2007 ↠ Second Year | Jeffersonian Medical School

They call the first two years of medical school 'Early Learning Medicine'.

It sounds easy but paired with bullying and sabotage, it isn't. It's the year with the highest dropout rate and the highest fail rate statistic. In knowing this, you promised yourself to stop fighting like an awkward octopus and rear through the dark ocean of medical politics with jagged teeth.

It was survival of the fittest here and as much as you hated the idea of hiding behind a man, Taehyung was instrumental to the mediation of your stress and to your survival in this male dominated program.

"Stop calling me baby, fuck."

"Then stop swearing." He growls. Taehyung latches his teeth onto your bottom lip, nibbling on your supple reddened flesh before pulling you against his mouth again. The lewd sounds of your kissing and his callous fingers as they suddenly slam inside you were like the finest symphony Taehyung had ever heard. He was addicted to this. He was addicted to you.

"Get your dick out," you whimper, pulling away from his mouth. He stares at you with dilated pupils and pouting pink lips, "Please."

"You have a way with words that just melt my heart," He kisses you as he pulls you to the ground. You watch him hazily swipe at his leaking slit before putting on the condom between your legs. It was all just a beautiful process to watch but you were still going to kill him when it was over anyway. "Now this is what I call studying anatomy."

You look up, staring at the patterns on the ceiling as he runs the head of his cock over your clit. Fuck. Shoving your fingers in your mouth, you muffle your moan when he rolls his hips against yours. You clench your eyes closed tight at the feeling of being filled up, a familiar and euphoric feeling. "You okay? Why are you frowning?" he whispers roughly.

"What?" You open your eyes as he starts rocking his hips slowly against you. "Calm down, I just can't remember if I brought my pathophys textbook with me or not."

Cocking an eyebrow, he chides as though he were amused at something so typical of you. "You're thinking about that right now?"

Opening your eyes, you stare up at him. "Well dang Taehyung, I can't think about your big dick and your sense of entitlement all the time now can I? We might get caught if you don't hurry up and I can't get arrested this way."

"This way?" he laughs, his mouth splitting into a cheshire grin. "You prefer another way? Can't I just take my time with you?"

"How do you feel about me surgically removing your balls in your sleep?"

"Fuck."